Not onto the white cliffs of Dover

but from the tunnelling black

into the scrutinous spotlight of industriousness

I became Europe’s bruised children.

Pa, can she have her ocean back?

It was thrown down my throat

when I asked you if I could land

on your words and not on your hand.

Whether you are reading this from the living room, desk, or the beach, I hope you are in a space where you feel safe and relaxed. 2020 has certainly thrown us some curveballs thus far, and our new issue is rooted in our world's changing approach to how we form new connections…